Shane Hollander is a chronic teeth grinder. He canât help, most of the time he doesnât even realize heâs doing it. When hes focusing on a taped game, watching a teammate who asked for advice, trying out a new drill, in a game, a business meeting. His jaw is tightly clenched.
In his rookie years he didnât even notice it, it was just his way of being. He never bit his tongue during a game though, which quite a few of his teammates couldnât say for themselves. It helped him focus, wearing his mouth guard was usually enough to help mitigate the headaches he would get from grinding them during games.
When Ilya moved in the man clocked it almost immediately, how his lovers jaw was hinged so tight that he could see the muscles bulging from his jaw. Ilya was no dentist, but he knew that wasnât normal.
Shane went to the dentist every six months of course, if not sooner. You took a lot of hits to the face in his line of work so heâd go and get checked out if he got knocked around especially hard. The dentist never said anything, and Shane never complained about the headaches and jaw pain.
Ilya would often massage Shaneâs jaw when his boyfriend laid his head in his lap hoping to get him to relax even just a bit. âDoesnât it feel better when you donât do that with your face?â Heâd ask and all he would get in return was a scrunched face and being cursed at for being a jerk by Shane before he laughed and turned over, giving that familiar fond grin.
Eventually Ilya decided he needed to be more direct. âShane. Your face hurts because you squeeze your teeth.â He explained tapping a foot against the floor impatiently. Shane had been complaining much more recently about his headaches and most importantly: a clicking that began on the right side of his jaw.
One long dentist appointment later Shane was diagnosed wirh TMJ. He was given a mouth guard to sleep with at night but he couldnât sleep with it in. Ilya had his own plan on his to relax his manâs jaw.
On long weekends Shane would often be nestled between Ilyaâs legs on the floor, a cushion under his legs so he wouldnât get sore and Ilyaâs cock nestled neatly between his jaws. It seemed to be the only way to get his baby to relax, open his mouth and let the tension to. Most of the time Ilya wasnât even hard. Just his soft cock resting in Shaneâs mouth. The brunette never complained either, sitting in a nice floaty headspace during the whole ordeal and feeling surprisingly refreshed by his next practice.
No, I did not check my grammar. I wrote this out right before going to bed so hehe. Forgive me â¤ď¸
